Fic, Just Desserts: Chapter 3/3, "Entremets/Servito Congelato"

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Story: Just Desserts
Author: the Lightly-Chilled ophymirage
Beta and Manager: Our Gracious Hostess melindakitty
Characters: Jack Harkness, Ianto Jones
Rated: Adult for verbal slash, bisexuality, mature content, language, and pornographically good food.
Disclaimer: If I owned Torchwood, it would be all smut, all the time. Yes, even more than it is now.
Spoilers: AU, but mildly so: Takes place somewhere in between Kiss Kiss Bang Bang and Reset. If you know that Jack asked Ianto on a date (awww!), you're good to go.
Summary: Set in the Faithful!Verse. Jack takes Ianto out to dinner, with surprising results.

Author's Notes: Wow, I've finished my first multichaptered fic. I'd like to thank my agent, the Academy, my mom, and... [offstage whispers] the entire production crew, starting with [band cuts in, hook steals techie offstage.]

In all seriousness, I'd like to thank melindakitty not only for hosting this second effort, but for encouraging, hand-holding, and babysitting with ENORMOUS patience while I worked everything out. This writing thing is WAY harder than it looks, and y'all should give her LOTS of love. And the occasional poke for more fic. *squoobles Kitty*

And now, on with the show..

Entremets (Fr.): An entremet (or entremets, from Old French, literally meaning "between servings") is today a small dish served between courses or simply a dessert. Originally it was an elaborate form of entertainment dish common in Europe during the later part of the Middle Ages and the early modern period.

(In which hypotheses are tested and tried, and a number of entre-courses are had.)



Jack? What are you doing?

Science waits for no man. “Silvio, something’s come up – can you get the check for us?”

Jack, we haven’t even finished dinner.

OOOOH, right, good idea. “And an order of tiramisu, to go!”

4. Entremets

Ah. This is obviously some strange usage of the word 'spoil' that I wasn't previously aware of.

You’re more right than you know, Ianto Jones, and it’s about to get stranger, if my hunch is right.

I suppose it’s a comfort of sorts that we weren’t actually thrown out of the restaurant. We might even be able to go back there in a year. Or two.

Oh, sooner than that. Silvio likes pretty young things, don’t worry too much. I was in there a few weeks ago, and he was having lunch with the most gorgeous Greek boy, huge dark eyes, and -

That’s not helping, Jack. Really.

He – what? Oh. Right. No, I mean, I wasn’t looking, he was just there, and - I should stop digging now, shouldn’t I?

I think that would be prudent, sir.

Besides, I have something MUCH lovelier to look at. Check, check, - shit. Keys in my office.

Here you are, sir.

Aha! Always dependable. Like a Boy Scout. Or whatever they called them over here. Right, now, where’s it gotten off to? Come on out, pretty, we have a treat for you...

Jack?

Come on... time to come out and play...

Jack, why are we interested in the fern?

To be precise, I’m interested in you AND... ah. There you are. Come out, honey, that’s right. Good - er, good fern. That’s right, c’mere...

Jack. Why are we interested in the fern, at this exact moment?

Experimentation, Yan. Science! Testing a hypothesis.

Science. Would this be the “For the good of Mankind” sort of science?

Wasn’t feeling that altruistic. For the good of two of mankind, if I’m right. Come here for a minute, Ianto.

Sir?

Show me what you were doing before, with it.

You mean, when I –

No, not quite yet. Just – just try projecting at it, first. Positive emotions.

Yes, I didn’t feel like hanging by my ankles particularly.

That position has its uses, you know... the last time I -

Jack –

Ssh, Yan, I’m just teasing. Just try for a minute – Yes, I can feel that, can you make it stronger? Visualize reaching out, like with hands.

It’s still no good, sir. It’s just sitting – ooooh – ss-ir – your hands are – ah! - cold –

Just keep watching it, Yan.

Mmm – it’s – it’s definitely doing something. The leaves are – oh, yesss – turning this way...

Concentrate, Yan. Feel my hands on you? Push that out. Ooohhhh. Gods, yes. Like that, just like that.

Sir? It’s – it’s coming closer, I think.

Good. That’s good. Let me – yeah, no, I know not to put your Armani on the ground, honey. Mmm. Better. Keep concentrating on it.

It’s – oh, Jack, yes, there – it’s definitely responding more strongly.

We’re giving it lots to think about, gorgeous. Ohhh, turn around for a – yeah, that’s – mmmmmmmm. God, the way you kiss me... do that... yeahh.

Jack. Mmmm. It’s – it’s –

Wants the touch, like with Tosh. It’s okay, honey, reach out and try it. Ah, look at that beautiful smile. Hello lovely... two lovelies...

It really does, doesn’t it? Ooh, Jack, it’s beautiful, look at it. It’s dancing, it’s really –

You’re both beautiful. Keep it up, gorgeous, I’ve got something I want... to – try out... while I’m down here...

Ooooohhhh, GOD! JACK!

That’s it, Yan, that’s - Mmm... you taste so GOOD, gorgeous... keep... concentratinmmmff...

...aaaahhhhhhhh... ha. Jack. Yes. Jack. It’s – it’s got my wrists?

I’m trying – mmmfff. wanna see – how it – mmmm – responds to direct images.

You’re – ohgod – using the plant to – oooohjack – can we –

Mmmmm. Yan - ‘m right here. Fine – gonna – mm – safe...

ooooh, jackohgod, gonna – if you – oohgod tongue! – slow down, don’t – wanna - yet –

mmmm, sure?

GOD!, - YES! Imeanno, pleasejack, ah! You – you want to try to, to tie me, with the - ?

Wanna try?... only‘f you want... It’s not that – whew! strong – you could hurt it by pulling too hard, but it’s –

Ex - experiment?

Haha. Yep. Good of mankind. Us mankind, definitely.

– I could hurt the plant, I don’t want...

You, don’t want ... ?

I don’t want to hurt it. I – I want to try. I mean, we’ve done bondage before, just not – it’s – not with something else...

Ooohhh, Ianto. You’re so beautiful. ... so gorgeous ... Trust me, beautiful, I’m gonna make you so... Here, let me – coat, here, use – oh. Hey. Lean back – it’s put one of those big leaves under your head. Clever thing, aren’t you? Pretty, yes. Good, Yan, try a stretch and tug – it’s – yeah, it’s got the idea –

It does, it’s pulling – rather –

Hang on – gentle, sweetheart, that’s – better? Ianto, mmm, kiss me... that’s... yes, gorgeous, you... mmmmm... Hang on – something’s missing. What did I...? Oh. Right. Nearly forgot again -


5. Servito Congelato

AAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!! JACK! OHGODTHAT'SCOLD!!!!

Mmmm. Stop wiggling.

I can’t... it’s – it’s COLD... you... Jack...

Stop wiggling, or you’ll spill it. Mmm. It’s already melting down your sides. and... right... mm... here, in this little crease...

I can feel it – tickles – JACK!

Oh, see, now it’s gone everywhere. Fork isn’t going to do it – I’ll have to use my fingers. Open up, good boy. Oooh, yeah, VERY good boy. The little bit of cointreau in the mascarpone is what makes this so good – oh, yeah, like that? The hint of orange with the chocolate. Intensifies the sweet, when you mix it with the bitter. Little more, open up, yeah, clean my fingers off. Let me get a little more here. MMMM. Oops – little on your trousers, let me just – move those out of the way...

Jack! God... so good – I need... need...

What do you need, gorgeous? More tiramisu?

Need.. kiss me... sir...

Lovely idea, but where? here, under your ear? A little nibble – here – along the shoulder? Mmm, fingers are always nice... though I bet you’d prefer I do that somewhere else... Ooh, look, it’s melting all over you now. Just... mmm... right here, it’s all the way down, let me get that...

Ohgodplease – Jack, kiss me, kissmepleaseIneedyouto –

Ssshhh, shh, right here, mmm... mmmm... marsala, wine, chocolate, and... mmmm... just you underneath... so good, mmm, but there’s something else I want on my tongue just now...

oooohOOOOHHHHHH... ja-a-haack... s’good... more... please... I... yeah.. good...

MMMmm. What a MESS you’re making. Ooh, should I not have stopped what I was doing? Mmm, tiramisu and Ianto, perfect... mmm... perfect... dessert...

Oh! OH! GOD! JACK! GOOD! ahh... hhhaaaaahhhhh... godddddd...

Oh, yeah, honey. See? Perfect. Like I said. MMmm. Yeah, kiss me. Just what I wanted. Kiss me again. Hmm... you’re still a mess. Better get these off you. I know how cranky you get when I’ve ruined another pair of trousers.

Sir... you’ve got... haah... tiramisu everywhere.

Look at that, you’re right. Got it on my shirt. Guess that’ll have to go, huh?

Vest, too.

Soaked right through. That cocoa’s not gonna come out either. Hmm. I guess that means your shirt’s gonna be a loss. But... ooh. Forgot. Yeah - gonna have to wait on getting that one off you. Besides, I think you’ll want a little protection on your back.

Like you won’t for your knees.

True, but I can always just fold these up. And - hmm. Where did you –

Third drawer from the right in the workbench. Under Owen’s stash of post-it notes.

Right. Oh yeah. Let’s... oh, sweetheart, yes, you’ve never looked hotter...

With my shirt unbuttoned, my socks still on, and tiramisu melting all over my stomach? - OH. ohgod. ssssssssss... yeah... that... is amazing, every time...

MmHMM. And it’s only going to feel better from here. Okay, gonna – just – here... Yan, deep breaths, honey. It’s good for me too, but you gotta keep breathing just – like – ooooh, yes, lover, JUST like that. That’s right, mmm, relax and let me – yeah. That’s good, Ianto, really – really good.

Jack – tiramisu – it’s –

Melting? sticky? a mess?

Yes. All – all that.

Ianto.

Sir.

Stop thinking – about tiramisu – okay?

Yeah.

You’re. Not – the butler – keep. Telling. OH. Fuck. Yeah – ‘s’good.

Jack. Harder. Fuck me. Please.

Yeah.

More.

Yeah - Gonna –

Come on. Yeah.

Gonna – together.

Yes – like that – just – there – yes – sir – I’m -

Yes. Yes. Honey. Yeah. Oh. I – I – IANTO... ooooohhhhhhh...

Jack, god, yesyesyesyessogooooooooooodddd..

Hah. Ah. Wow.

Yeah.

Wow.

Jack.

Ianto.

Jack. I’m a complete mess.

Hah. I thought you were brilliant, myself.

No, I mean, I’ve got tiramisu all over me, not to mention –

Sweetheart. Be in the moment here, huh? Just – bask with me here for a second. Ssshhh. Just... be. Listen.

Easy for you, you’re not the one tied to the bloody... oh my god. Tied BY the bloody plant.

Honey, you’re right, I’m sorry. Hang on a second...

Better?

Better? Because it let go when you, what, asked it to? It’s – my god, does it know what we were doing?

Yan?

Oh my god, it DOES know, it’s like one of your bloody stories, I’ve been tied up and shagged by a bloody mutant plant, and - oh god.

Ianto. I’m not a plant, and it wasn’t – I mean, it didn’t –

Christ, I let you shag me with a plant. It’s – god, you’ll tell this story in a pub or something, a hundred years, over ... Venusian cocktails, or - Ianto, the plant boy, he ended up naked with a root up his –

Ianto. IANTO. Breathe. Honey. Look at me.

Oh my god...

Ianto. Please look at me.

Ianto, please. Okay. Breathe.

Okay. Honey – what is this? Huh? Come on, talk to me.

I don’t want to be a story, Jack.

What?

I don’t want to be one of your bloody stories. I don’t want to be “the time I ended up naked in the theatre,” or “the time I got thrown off the pier naked” or “the time I shagged this boy with a bloody plant,” or –

Whoa. Okay. Hold on, sweetheart. You – what makes you think you’re a story?

Because, sir, everything is a story. For you, everything is – god. there’ve been what? Hundreds? Thousands? Things with tentacles, things with – I don’t know, tails? Antennae? This probably isn’t the first plant you’ve shagged either.

Ianto, I didn’t shag a plant. I shagged YOU. There’s a difference.

Not much, there isn’t.

Honey. Honey, sssshhh. Come here a minute. Come here. Come on. Okay. Shhh. You’re right. You’re right, I tell a lot of stories. I tell a lot of jokes. Okay?

Yeah...

Okay. But I want you to think about those for a minute. Who’s usually the punchline of the joke?

... You. You are.

That’s right, yeah. I usually am. Not always, but usually. Okay?

Uh-huh.

So, some things, I don’t joke about. Like – okay. Do you remember Estelle?

The fairies.

Yeah. I was only with her for a few months, before the War tore us apart. I still went back after, checked in on her.

When she was old.

No. She thought so. Well... I think she guessed, but.. I .. I went and checked. A few times. Made sure she was happy. I needed to. But she’s not a story, Ianto.

You’ve never really talked about her.

No. She’s a different kind of story. Special. A secret story. There’s others. I’ll tell you about them. Not all at once. But I’ll try.

I just don’t want to be -

I know. But you’re like Estelle. No, Ianto, listen to me. I would never – NEVER – turn you into “the plant boy.” You could never be that to me.

You left. You died, and you left, and -

I know. I know. But for you, I came back. I will ALWAYS come back. Sssshhh, shhhh.

Jack.

Yes.

I’m a different story?

Yes.

Special?

Sshhh. Yes. Special. Always, forever. Best part is, I don’t know how it ends yet.

... I do.



Link to previous Faithful!Verse stories